Scene One: The Kitchen

Ring!

The door bells rings to the back door of the kitchen.

Mrs. Smith comes into the kitchen wearing nothing but a see-through purple nightie and some purple panties as the heat of the day shrines through the kitchen window, her huge belly full of child weighs her down as she moves slowly to the door.

Ring!

“'ahld yooehr neckers ahn! I'm combing!”

Mrs. Smith open the door and puts her hand on her hip, pulling her nightie up, to reveal her under boobs, “Yeah?”

The Milkman stands in the doorway and tips his hat, “Top of the morning. de neighbahrhood melkman 'ere to fell yooehr fredge oehp.”

The Milkman notices Mrs. Smith’s clothes or lack of clothes and bows his head in a blush, “Ma’am.”

Mrs. Smith smirks, noticing the man’s blush, and leans against the doorway. She checks him out and noticed his well size dick under tight, white pants. Her nipples were getting hard as her hormones, thanks to the baby, were working overtime.

Mrs. Smith gestures her head, “All right comb in.”

“Dank you ma’am.” The Milkman walks in, tipping his hat.

Mrs. Smith checks the Milkman out again as he goes to the fridge and opens the door.

While the Milkman is on his knees, putting the bottles of milk into the fridge, Mrs. Smith is sitting on the table, checking the man’s tight ass.

Her hand slowly goes down into her panties and unsurprisingly find her pussy wet. She slowly puts her finger deep into her, biting her lip to stifle a moan. How long has it been since her husband touched her down there? Ever since they found out she was pregnant and her belly got big, her husband never wanted to play anymore. Citing that he’s afraid that his dick would hurt the baby despite Mrs. Smith assuring him it will not. Typical men, thinking they know more than women when it comes to being pregnant. Sure, they would be careful and he would have to be the sub in their kinkier games, but they could still have fun.

As the Milkman hum and shaking his tight ass in front of Mrs. Smith making the pregnant woman hornier, she got an idea.

Mrs. Smith slowly inches her foot out and with a gentle push on his ass, made the Milkman fall forward and shakes the fridge, making the one of the bottles fall of the shelves and onto the floor, smashing into bits. Spilling glass and milk all over the floor.

“Bloody hell. Look at de mess you made!”

“I'm...I'm sahrry ma'am.” The Milkman stutters as he looks at the mess by his knees, “I'll clean it right oehp”

“Damn right you’ll!” Mrs. Smith says grabbing a dish towel and throwing it at him.

The Milkman wipes the milk as best he can before Mrs. Smith throws a small dust pan and boom that she got from under the sink.

“Fahr de glass!’

“I annaht express 'ow sahrry I am. I dahn't know 'ow it 'appened.” The Milkman says wiping the milk furiously off the floor and sweeping the glass up, “ You'll get a extra glass o' melk ahn de 'ooehs..

The Milkman stopped as Mrs. Smith holds her foot out.

“You gaht sahme melk ahn me foot.”

“I dahn't see any melk, ma'am.”

Mrs. Smith looks down at the Milkman, “Are you callin me a liar?”

The Milkman shakes his head furiously, “No ma'am.”

“Den clean it oehp!”

The Milkman starts to wipe her foot with the rag.

“No naht wit de rag, wit yooehr tongue.”

The Milkman hesitates a bit but in fear of losing his job, puts out his tongue and slowly starts to lick Mrs. Smith’s foot, “Dere you go.”

The Milkman licks Mrs. Smith’s foot, realizing as he did so that he was getting a hard on.

A little moan escaped from his lips.

“Are you gettin toehrned ahn by dis?” Mrs. Smith says, feigning disgust.

The Milkman gets on his knees and shakes his head, so hard and so fast his hat fell off, “No ma’am.”

“You are! I can see yooehr 'ard ahn throoehgh yooehr pants!

Mrs. Smith grabs the Milkman by the short of his hair, “Well, I gaht a cure fahr dat!’

She then throws the Milkman down on his knees.

“Stay dere!” Mrs. Smith growls.

She left the room for a few seconds, the milkman lied on his hand and knees, terrified, but his dick getting harder by the second at the thought of being dominated by this strong woman.

Mrs. Smith comes back with a switch. Mrs. Smith leans over and grabs the Milkman’s belt and unbuckle it before pulling his pants and underwear down, showing off his hairy ass with his shirt tails hanging by his side.

“Now, it's time fahr sahme prahper descipline!’

She taps the wooden switch a few times on the man’s ass before raises her arm out and slaps it hard against his ass.

“Aggh! The man cries with tears in his eyes.

“Quiet! You dserver dis! Now take it!”

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

“Aggh!” The man cries with each slap as his ass becomes bright red.

When Mrs. Smith was satisfied, she pulls the Milkman up on his knees. His dick hard and raging

“Now fahr de lettle man.”

Mrs. Smith with a smile, starts to whack the Milkman’s dick with her switch, it wasn’t as hard as the slaps on the ass but it still made the Milkman hiss in pain from the little strokes.

“I bet you are sahrry now, aren't you. You desgoehstin pervert!” Mrs. Smith says grabbing the Milkman’s hair and making him look her right in the eyes.

The Milkman, with tears in his eyes nods his.

"Naht yet you aren't, boeht you'll be. Comb ahn, you git!”

With that Mrs. Smith drags the Milkman to the bedroom.